I grew up on a farm and we only got like 8 channels until my Dad bought us one of those huge satellite dishes and suddenly I was able to get WGN. My first memories was watching afternoon Cubs games on WGN. Cubs games started at 2:20 and by the time I got home from school the game would be the 6th or 7th inning and I'd watch the end of it. Ryne Sandberg, Shawn Dunston, Mark Grace, Greg Maddux, Andre Dawson - those were the days. I'd watch the end of it and then go outside to throw balls against the back of the garage - emulating the pitchers I saw that day.
I quickly fell in love with the stats - I loved reading box scores from the paper. My Dad also played slo pitch, so I'd watched him play - although, as a farmer, he worked so often that he never had time to teach me the game - we barely had time to play catch. 1992/93 was perfect timing for me. I was 11-12 years old and it was f***ing glorious to go see the new Skydome in person and watch the Jays win B2B. It solidified my passion and love for the game.
I went to play baseball at about age 7 or 8, even though all my friends were playing soccer. I didn't care. I joined the NDBL as a 14 year old, playing junior baseball and then joined the senior team when I was 19. I finally called it quits at the end of the 2019 season after 20 years playing senior baseball. It was an amazing ride. We won the league title 5 or 6 times and finally won what proved to be a very illusive OBA Championship (AA level) in 2015. We hosted an annual tournament on the August long weekend, went to Ottawa every year for a tournament and had several other exhibition weekends v. Welland, Niagara Falls, etc. Anything for a weekend away with the boys. We got into all kinds of shenanigans and created several lifelong friendships.
My focus now is coaching my 3 sons. My oldest plays AAA in Barrie and I absolutely love coaching kids.